The old man rubbed his face and tried to look more energetic.

"I can do it. Hurry up and find the heir in the next two days. Maybe I should go out for a walk."

The two looked at each other stiffly and nodded heavily.

Then he filled the old man's tea cup, and turned the faucet to boil a pot of water.

After everything was over, the two chatted for a while before leaving.

Pushing the door open and closing it gently, the light in the room flashed away.

The two of them walked side by side on the path, and the cold wind blew harder and harder.

Waiting until the two of them passed by a sign, they paused slightly.

There are crooked handwriting on it.

The Chinese defenders of the Eastern Continent committed crimes for the people.

The two were stiff for a long time and slowly left.

However, what they saw and heard made their hearts tremble again.

Walking out of there with mixed feelings.

After ensuring that they would not disturb the old man, the two of them began to shrink to an inch.

And in the cold house.

The old man looked at the empty room and made sure that both students had left.

The normal color on his face quickly faded, and he collapsed on the table beside him.

Huge black flames burned from the old man's body, seeming to devour everything.

There was a crackling sound, and several luck threads were burned instantly.

The old man shivered in pain, but in the end he resolutely sent his only thread of luck into the flames to resist the footsteps of the black flames.

In the end, the old man who had been holding his back straight took on the responsibility of persevering for a continent.

The kind that can't be let go, always entrusted to you.

The old man was twitching, becoming more and more vulnerable under the dark light.

And then, suddenly the door of the hut was gently knocked again.
Chapter completed!